Apprentice
This plot bunny has been jack hammering my brain.
Disclaimer: This is just for fun and to improve my writing skills. HELPFUL CRITICISM is appreciated, welcomed, and responded to. FLAMES will be ignored.
Chapter One
Looking over the file, Alondra Wolfe walked down the hallway. The guards beside her were all a bit too tense for something that should have been a quiet routine to them. After all, the guards and prison-patients (she had to remind herself that this was an asylum, not a prison) always stayed and went through routine here day after day. It was the psychiatrics and doctors that were always new.
It was a few patients that she had to watch out for. Like the ones she was going to see.
After she was framed and kicked out of her university, she had left Gotham and had only just recently returned. As such, the names on all the files she had been given didn't ring any bells in her head. The fact that the files only had the alias names of her patients wasn't helping her either.
Then again, they had probably given her the edited files, just so that she could have a healthy fear of them. The only one that she didn't want to be around was the Joker and Killer Croc. The others she felt confident that she could handle with or without the guards there to be a constant warning.
Turning down a hallway, she entered a room that would serve as her 'interrogation' room. She had to scoff as she looked around. The police had better interrogation rooms, and she would know seeing as to how she had been in a few of them when that fiasco had happened.
Giving herself a mental shake, she took a seat on one side of the table, the side that faced the door. Just one of many forced habits that she had picked up while growing up, but enough of that. Her problems could wait (it always had so what was the difference now?) because the first patient of the day was about to show up.
If the rumors were true, than she would have her hands full.
Looking over the file one last time, she heard the door open and open of the guards snarled out a warning before the patient was shoved into the room. A frown marred her face at the treatment. It wasn't their job to force the patients to do anything. Perhaps she would need to go about and do an impromptu inspection.
"Child?" Her hands froze and she felt her eyes widen while her mind suddenly went blank. Slowly, she lifted her head up to look at him. "Professor Crane?" Her 'r's sounded like 'd's and it was the one thing that she could never change about herself.
There was no denying it, it was Professor Crane and he looked just the same as he had back at the university. "This is…unexpected." That was an understatement of a lifetime.
It was just another average day for Jonathan Crane, more famously known as Scarecrow. Then again, the guards had been going on and on about a new doctor that would be coming to work at Arkham and he didn't like that. No doubt he would be the first one to be introduced to the naïve idiot.
In fact, he had plans for this new doctor and the other Rogues knew it. As far as he knew, a bet was going on as to how long it would take before this doctor ended up:
A) Quitting and leaving Gotham
B) Dying
C) Going insane (like Harley)
or
D) Just quitting the silly little job here at Arkham.
Honestly, did no one understand that these doctors would never last long when dealing with the Rogue Gallery members of Gotham? Not even Batman himself would deal with all of them. No, even batman only went from the most dangerous (Joker or Scarecrow) and down the list.
Five days later and they all knew who would be the first one to see this new doctor and the other Rogues had been on especially good behavior just so that they would be in their respective cells so that they could hear the news as quickly as possible.
"Alright straw-boy, get up." He could only send a glare at them. If he acted up now, than the whole plan that he had (as well as the bets that everyone – even the guards – had made) would be null and void. As far as he was concerned, this new psychiatrist was just wasting her (the guards had let slip that much) time.
A trip down the all too familiar hall and he was in front of the door. Seeing as to how there were guards already there, the new doctor was already inside. Fingering the small canister of fear toxin that the Joker managed to get for him, his escorts shoved him into the room. One of them snarled a warning that he was half tempted to ignore.
Once the doors closed, he looked at the doctor, about to comment on the fact that she wasn't prepared, but he stopped and blinked. Crane and Scarecrow could have sworn that they recognized that hair color and posture.
Time to test the waters. "Child?" He asked softly, a bit too low to be a whisper, but loud enough to be heard if this person was who he thought she was.
The freezing of the body, tenseness in the shoulders and sudden twitching in the left hand told him everything. Wolf yellow eyes were soon on him. "Professor C'dane?" Yes, it was definitely Child.
He leaned backwards in his metal chair. "This is…unexpected."
